Love in Montana (De La Fuente Family 1)
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Chapter Twenty-Two
Walking out of her bedroom in a comfortable black T-shirt and geometric patterned leggings paired with black UGGS, Eric and Talya stopped what they were doing as they stared.
Talya smirked, having seen Sylvia in those leggings before, and Eric had a neutral expression, although she did notice his lips twitch.
“They’re comfortab
le,” she pouted, and then grinned, her eyes on Eric. He sat at the table with a mug of coffee in his hand, and watched her.
Eric held his hand out to her, which she took and allowed him to pull her down onto his lap. She’d heard his words of love last night as she’d drifted off to sleep, and knew that he thought she was already out of it. Her hope was that, one day soon, he’d say them when he knew good and well that she was awake and could hear him.
“I take it you two made up last night,” Talya asked, even though the answer was in front of her.
Sylvia nodded, and grinned. “What happened with Yuri?”
No sooner had the words left her mouth than she regretted them. Her friend’s face fell—paled even. Talya and Yuri had seemed close last night, which is why she’d asked. She hoped they’d overcome the problems that had kept them apart, but she didn’t think that had happened now.
“Nothing happened. He left after Eric disappeared inside your room.” Talya turned and messed with the toaster oven while Sylvia shared a glance with Eric.
He shook his head and changed the subject. “Are you going in to work today?” He played with the hair that had escaped from Sylvia’s band as he gazed into her eyes.
“Yeah. I don’t want to dwell on the notes, which I’d do if I stayed here all day. I’m not sick or as shocked as I was last night, so I think I’m good to go. I still have time so I’ll have some toast before I get ready to leave.”
“I don’t want to leave you, but I need to go back to my place and change.” Eric tightened his hold on her waist. “If I leave now, I should get back here early enough to get us both to work on time. Just.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her forehead against his. “I’d like that. A lot.”
The words he had spoken to her last night had hurt, a lot, but deep down she knew he said them in anger and frustration at the whole situation, and not at her. She’d known he would be angry that she went back to Poles, but she accepted his genuine apology last night.
“I need to leave,” Eric whispered against her lips.
“Then why are you still here?” She grinned and wiggled on his lap. Eric’s eyes darkened with lust at her bold move against his erection, which was squished under her ass.
“You keep doing that and we’re going to be late for work,” he growled in response and stood, breaking their connection.
“Sebastian’s used to me being late,” she admitted, and threw a hot look over her shoulder as she made her way back to her room.
* * * * *
No sooner had she dressed for work than it sounded like someone tried to break the apartment door down. Whoever it was certainly needed to get inside quickly.
“Sylvia, open this door.”
Ramon?
“Sylvia.” He banged again.
With only one shoe on, Sylvia ran to the door and as soon as it opened, Ramon yanked her into his arms. “What the hell is going on? And why did I have to find out from Sebastian?”
He’d taken her completely by surprise. How the hell had Sebastian known about the note last night?
“Sylvia, I’ve been going insane with worry. I couldn’t get here fast enough.”
“Yeah, he nearly killed us…twice,” Noah, Ramon’s partner added as he stepped into the apartment behind Ramon. She’d been so surprised by Ramon’s reaction that she hadn’t even noticed him at first. “Let her go.” Noah shoved Ramon out of the way and hugged her. “We’re both worried about you.”
She took a deep breath and stepped back. “I’m okay. There isn’t really anything to tell. I’ve been getting notes of sorts and the one last night scared me badly.” Indicating with her hand for them to sit, she sat opposite. “How did Sebastian know?” She frowned.
“He called Eric about something, which brings me to the question, Eric?”